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Anodyne Comm
A commission for @spearohero! Thanks so much for commissioning me! Anodyne uses she/it pronouns.
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#commission#art commissions#furry#furry art#furry fandom#beth dehart#cute#furry anthro#art#commissions open#commission art#art commission#commission work#commissions are open#robot#waittress#spearohero#artist#artists on tumblr#digital artist#illustration
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some doodle requests from instagram,,
#the owl house#the owl house fanart#fanart#disney#luz noceda#amity blight#king clawthorne#eda clawthorne#raine whispers#raeda#lumity#heathers#the prom#rocketman#beetlejuice#hamilton#waittress#dont worry eda youll always be no 1 tumblr sexywoman in my heart <3
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Work rants 😂
#me#blonde#blue eyes#selfies#snapchat#tattoos#foodie#yummy#selfie#home cook#waittress#work rant#lol#funny
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dewey first youtube video is 50 minute long review of paulis diner but it gets increasingly repetitive and dragged out each time she forgets
#hey guys i am today reviewing paulis famous gothamite fries#* five minutes of uncut video passes * * waittress comes over *#hi i would like to order the mashed potatoes#( then the reveiw becomes derailed because she ordered the wrong thing and didnt know she was originally orderinb the fries and she sits#there for over 30 minutes eating on camera because she forgot shes recording and someone gets mugged in the background )#dewey tag#no i didnt forget about her i just have a separate blog for her ok shes my blorbo
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someone wanted cheese on their pancakes, some guy tipped me with one of those little jesus mini cross hand outs, this girl wouldnt make eye contact the entire time i was serving her and then wrote 'btw i love your piercings c:' on the check, WEIRD tables
#its funny when. people are curt and a little off standish and u think ur just a bad waittress or smthn but then they leave a fat tip#they were shy... this whole time
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Wheres that post that's like "I have D cups the waittress thinks you have dementia" that's me rn
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Gojo Satoru x F!Reader
summary - Satoru is so completely different from your ex, you have no idea what to do. luckily, he's there to help
warnings - slight angst, mentions of abuse (from a previous relationship, not Gojo), hurt to comfort, Gojo beats up your ex
a/n - please i love soft Gojo so much 🥰🥰
Gojo had always been a good friend to you, but once you started dating him it was like he upped the ante on his kindness, love and admiration. He treated you like a goddess, putting you on a pedestal and practically worshipping the ground you walked on. It was strange, so new to you, but it also made you happy.
Something you hadn't been in your previous relationship.
"Good morningggg, beautiful!" A cheerful voice met your ears as you walked into the school.
Gojo was standing there, looking like he had been waiting for you, his smile brighter than the sun when he saw your figure walking in. Your cheeks warmed up, a soft smile tugging at your lips as the white-haired man rushed over to scoop you up into his arms.
"Good morning, Satoru," you giggled. "You're in a very good mood today."
"Well of course I am, you just arrived!" He peppered your face with kisses, as if he hadn't seen you for days, when in fact it had only been a few hours.
You couldn't help but smile more at his words, butterflies blooming in your stomach. He always made you feel good, and it was like he never had to try. Just his presence was warm and comforting enough to put you at ease.
"Wait, aren't you supposed to be training Megumi, Yuji and Nobara??"
"...Technically, yes."
You just laughed, and Gojo offered a goofy smile. He loved hearing you laugh, even more so when he was the one causing your laughter.
He decided to take you out for lunch today. He wouldn't tell you where, but when you found yourself standing next to him outside your favourite restaurant you understood why. He'd wanted to surprise you, and it was extremely sweet gesture. But...
"Satoru, it's too-"
"Forget the pricing," he pouted, looking like an overgrown child, but it was cute. "You just seemed a little down today, so I wanted to cheer you up!"
Green flags. Green flags everywhere with this man. So unlike your past relationship, you wondered if you had dreamed Satoru into reality. Surely this couldn't be real. He couldn't be real, he was too good to be true.
"Come on," he put his hand on the small of your back and guided you into the restaurant. He pulled your chair out for you and pushed it back in when you were seated before he took his own seat. "Order anything you want, because if you don't then I'm ordering the most expensive thing on this menu."
You laughed and shook your head at his teasing, smiling as you told him what you wanted. You stared at him lovingly as he relayed the order to the waittress, his hand snaking its way across the table to find yours. He interlocked his fingers with yours, and didn't let go. You blushed, looking at your intertwined hands and feeling warmth surge through your body.
That warmth, however, was quickly extinguished when a familiar voice rang out a few tables away.
"(Name)? Is that you? Long time no see!"
You gripped Satoru's hand tighter, trying your best not to shut your eyes in terror. You knew that you would only see flashbacks of the abuse you suffered at the hands of the owner of that voice.
"(Name), come on, it's me!"
The flashbacks hit you full force.
Waking up on the cold floor after you'd been knocked out, a fresh bruise decorating your cheek. Curled up over the toilet, retching and coughing up food and blood as you clutched your gut, a dark bruise already forming. Flinching every time he walked into the room, crying your eyes out after he yelled at you for something or the other, being unable to sleep with him next to you in fear of him waking up and beating you for something that happened in his dream. Being unable to sleep because you were already living in a nightmare.
"Hey, you okay?" Satoru squeezed your hand, already on guard and worried about your reaction to that man. "What's wrong, baby?"
"Can we go?" You asked quietly, breath shaky. "Please?"
"Is it because of him?" Satoru asked, "Did he do something to you?"
Before you could answer, a hand clapped down on your shoulder. Your entire body stiffened and you flinched, causing Satoru's eyes to narrow. He knew the signs, and he was steadily becoming angry with this man's presence.
"Who's this, sweetheart? Your new boyfriend?"
You couldn't look at him. You didn't want to. Your breathing came out fast and uneven, and you could already feel tears pricking the corners of your eyes.
"I'll only ask you once," Satoru's tone was colder than you'd ever heard it, "Take your hand off my girlfriend and leave us alone. In fact, leave the restaurant entirely."
"Or what?" Your dumb ex challenged, a mistake on his part.
"I didn't want to cause a scene, especially since this is her favourite restaurant," the white-haired sorcerer kissed the back of your hand as he stood up, a silent promise that everything will be okay.
You relaxed. He made you feel so safe, so secure, that you believed his quiet reassurance and felt your body stop trembling.
"But you are making her very uncomfortable, after I told you nicely to leave." Gone was the sweet, friendly Gojo Satoru you had known and come to love.
This was the scary, powerful Gojo Satoru who could as easily end your ex's life as he could breathe.
What happened next was a blur. You hadn't even known that Satoru was such an adept hand-to-hand combatant, because every enemy he'd faced he'd used sorcery. But here he was beating your ex up - in the alley because he'd had the decency to drag him out of the restaurant - like it was nothing. You normally don't condone violence, especially after what you went through, but Satoru wasn't even hitting him that hard, and he was also getting what he deserved. All your boyfriend had to do was smack him on either his forehead or his shoulder and your ex went tumbling backwards like he'd tripped.
"I'm so sorry you had to see that," Satoru immediately apologised to you when he was done warning your ex to not come anywhere near you or he wouldn't be as nice next time. "And I'm sorry he ruined our date."
As Satoru pressed gentle, loving kisses to every part of you he could reach, you felt yourself tearing up again. But for a different reason this time, and then smile on your face told him as much.
"You're amazing," you managed to choke out, "But even that's an understatement." You took a shaky breath. "Thank you, Satoru."
"No need to thank me," he pulled you into a warm, soothing hug, "I would never let anyone touch you again, and I hate the fact that I'm letting him off so easy after what he did to you."
"You can't murder him!" You giggled, wiping your tears of joy.
He reached up to do that before you could, "For you, I'd do anything." Then he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, "Now come, let's go find you a new favourite restaurant."
"No expensive ones though!"
"No promises."
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You were getting ready for bed that night, after a wonderful day with your sweet, doting boyfriend. Your living room and kitchen were littered with dozens of bouquets of (favourite flowers), and you were pretty sure you had enough chocolate to knock out all your teeth. You smiled at these gestures, a heavy blush falling across your cheeks.
Then you realised you couldn't sleep, but before you could even pick your phone up to call Satoru, your phone buzzed.
pretty blue eyes 💙: im outside, open up for me ❤
You smiled at the nickname you'd given him when you'd first seen him with his blindfold off. He'd liked it so much he changed his name to it on your phone. Butterflies formed in your stomach once more, and you felt that lovely warmth fill you again. You eagerly padded over to your front door to open for Satoru.
He was sporting a silly little grin as he held up a bag of food, "Thought you might want some company- actually I wanted to come even if you didn't."
Your heart swelled, "Come in. I was actually just about to call you."
"Yeah?" His smile grew. "I guess it was meant to be then."
You giggled at his cheesy line and shut your door, moving to the living room with him. He whistled when he saw all of the flowers, offering you a smirk.
"You must have a really huge admirer," he teased.
"Oh I do," you laughed, "He's the sweetest."
Gojo's heart did a flip at that, and he leaned over to kiss you sweetly for a moment, "He also thinks it's not enough to show how special and wonderful you are."
Your eyes widened, "But-"
"Shhh, no buts," he put his index finger on your lips. "You're my girlfriend, get used to me treating you."
You couldn't help but laugh, feeling genuinely happy and excited in a relationship for once. As you settled down to eat with him, you realised that you had fallen so deeply in love with him that you never wanted to come back up.
"Baby?" You called, feeling your own heart flip when his face lit up at the nickname.
"Mhmm?" He smiled at you.
"Will you stay with me tonight?"
"Of course, baby."
a/n: ughhh i cannot get enough of this man, he's literally perfect
#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#gojo satoru#satoru x reader#satoru x you#gojo x reader#gojo x you#satoru gojo#satoru gojo x you#satoru gojo x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reaser#jujutsu kaisen x you#jjk x reader#jjk x you
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for the art prompt: how about fubuki with the sea angel palette?
You ever think about that one time Fubuki was soooo certain all of her colleagues were totally dead, so she just chilled out and took up waittressing?
#master detective archives: rain code#rain code#fubuki clockford#lmao#i love that for her#she keeps even telling Yuma that everyones dead#my art#color palette meme#thanks for the ask!
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you know what i think cc badboyhalo could work a drag makeover. i can see it. we've all seen the waittress edit
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genderfuck sabo ..... o lord help me.
sabo who switches his entire identity for whatever the mission needs to the point he isnt even entirely sure what to call himself anymore but he knows he looks good in red lipstick and a tight blue dress as much as he does in a trenchcoat and a suit jacket
sabo on an infiltration mission for the revolutionary army with a long blonde wig and a dress slit all the way up the thigh, hes getting intel from men whose hands linger on his hips and waists and hes getting keycards from their pockets and hes drugging his dates champagne so when they stumble up to the hotel room sabo can drop his unconscious ass in the bed and get to the good stuff. he changes into a waittresses outfit and walks right into the staff only areas with a confident smile and no hesitation, he brings a plate of room service up to his targets room and the guards let him in without a second thought; hes delicate, coy, his bangs and some clever makeup hide the scar on his face so hes just a beautiful blue eyed waif of a woman with the perfect pink lips that the guards exchange a look and say Why Dont You Come Inside And Stay With Us And The Boss For A Little While, because sabo already knew what they liked from the premission briefing so of COURSE he put a little gloss on his mouth. the boss likes them dressed up so when the guards bully him out of his clothes (or so they think, but what they dont know is that theres a tracker and a denden radio in the uniform sabo leaves on the floor) theyre distracted by the long lines of his legs, wrapped in nylon leggings, a garter skirt holding them up on his little pale waist, and a silky baby blue bra on, they dont even notice the cups are padded because sabo looks so fucking good, shyly and nervously stepping out of his clothes like a naiive virgin and asking the boss to p-please be gentle... 🥺 its ok if its just you mr boss sir... right...
he KNOWS the guards are going to grab him because the dossier already told him the old man just likes to watch, and he lets them, twists and squirms and pretends until theyre both close enough--
and then he smashes their heads together, one in each palm, with so much force they both crack and dont get up, blood splatters his bra and his cheeks and the boss yells, but he cant even get the sound out before sabos sat in his lap, one finger cutely laid over the bosses lips and his other hand gripping the guys windpipe in a dragon claw so tight he cant scream if he tried. he leaves him dead in the chair and swings his heels by the straps on his finger while he searches the room for the papers he needs
he washes off the lipstick and pulls off the wig in the mirror, wipes the blood off his face and dresses like a simple maintenence man, zips his bloody sweaty body, still wrapped in silk and lace, into a baggy denim workmans suit and strolls back down the hall with a toolbox full of classified documents and no one bats an eye as he passes, none the wiser
i am just here insanely horny lol
Thank you…. Itadakimasu delicious seriously i loved all the clothing changes
Sublime…
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I dont want a job. I want to be a defeated hero who works as a spiral eyed, grinning playboy bunny suit wearing waittress who is needy and denied and had to earn permission to cum.
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#waittress chuuya
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Fuck corporate America I need 30k rn 😭
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Prompts based on random (out of context) things overheard at work
“So…I accidentally head butted the waittress”
“It’s got a duck body”
“I’m trying to get a dog” “But you have (person)”
“Makes him sound like a bad light bulb”
“I burnt my tendies in the oven”
“Pants to mouth?”
“For the love of god, will you shut up!”
“Is this how old people live?”
”Is this how young people eat?”
“You can ‘tuna’ can but you can’t ‘tuna’ dolphin”
“What’s it smell like?” “Familiar”
“Why would I protect (person)?”
“I must be hungry this dog food looked like pigs-in-a-blanket”
“You don’t even know who the frick I am!”
“Did Flipper have a laser or something?”
“That sounded bad, I’m gonna go.”
“That’s your mom’s tortilla”
“Take the free money”
“I was used to being called a toilet”
“We are all molecules, we all ‘matter’”
“I’m always jingle-y”
“You weren't a steak knife but a butter knife.”
“Not today sugar tart”
“Looks like you got your hair painted”
“Your ass is going to be on fire”
“Are you serious?” “No! I’m not a degenerate”
“It’s like this color...but red”
“I was thinking add-a-lee” “Who? Wait, Adele?”
“So it wasn’t even a spoon”
“It’s snowing on ma butt”
“I was singing to the tree”
*whispers out of nowhere* “...stab.”
“I’m gonna freeze my ass off, (person).”
“Nope, I aint that dumb.”
#My coworkers and I had this running list of random ass shit we heard or said#I thought it read like a prompt list#Sooooo enjoy#writing prompt#random things said#I CAN NOT stress enough how 8 and 9 were said by the same person within the same week
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i wish i was in silent hill 😩 again. bad day at work.
#listen everyone. everyone reading this. under no circumstances should u ever tip your waittress less than $6 or less than 20%#like if 20% is greater than $6 you need to tip at LEAST that and literally dont come in if ur not prepared to#my company direct deposits me $10 every two weeks so like. ur directly interfering with someones livlihood by tipping shitty
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(clutching a glass of virgin screwdriver) im 27 and i havent made it 8ig that means im fucking doomed ill never find my audience i'll never get to make the projects i dream of i have my whole life wasted
(the ihop waittress who asked if my food is okay) 👁👄👁
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